Andrea Czajkowski (Done)

[Andrea Czajkowski]

&______the player

name;;
Sly

age;;
20

experience;;
5-7 years I think

graphic ability;;
Decent I don’t know how to rate myself

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&______the puppet
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Appearance

full name;;
Andrea Loren Elisha Czajkowski
(AN-dree-ah | LOR-en | ee-LYE-shah | chiy-koff-skee)

Nickname
He prefers to be called ‘Alec’ and this is the name he tends to give people when asked his name.
His girlfriend called him ‘Ally’ or ‘Dre’ but these names were reserved only for her.
His father used to call him Andy, call him that only at the risk of your life.

Age:
Nineteen

Birthday:
August 11, 1988

Zodiac Sign:
Leo

Grade;;
Senior (Was left back two years, once when he was 13 and once when he was 16)

Hair Color:
Dark brown/Black

Eye Color:
Blue

Height:
Six foot two inches

Weight:
one hundred and seventy five pounds

General appearance;; 2-3 paragraphs
Andrea can be summed up in two words and those are ‘tall and broad’. Standing at about six foot two inches he tends to be taller then most of his peers something that he does seem to use to his advantage. Weighing in at about one hundred and seventy five of ‘pure muscle’ he is nicely built with a good deal of muscle though he not exactly bulky. One might go as far to say as he isn’t exactly impressive either. A bit on the thin side he could use to actually gain some weight so he can fully grow into himself. He is stronger then he comes across to the naked eye though and he is in good shape. He works out regularly with boxing being his main area of interest. He also tends to stick to a healthy diet when he can get his hands on food, which of course probably only adds to him not gaining weight.

One word that would probably never be used on Andrea is handsome, is anything he probably comes across as more pretty then handsome. He has rather delicate features to a degree, especially for a male. This always seemed to be the case with him he having developed his mother’s bone structure though he now finally seems to grow out of it. Despite this he still has a bit of ruggedness to him, probably do to much times on the streets and to many fights. The ‘streets of the city’ are a hard place and they will harden even the weakest of people with time. His life at home though added to the wear and the mix ended up leaving him looks a little rough around the edges. He has his fair share of scaring the most obvious being one down his right left cheek (from a blade fight), one down his back though fading (From his father), one on his right shoulder (mishap from friendly fire), and one on is side (another ‘fight’)

His hair when left to grow can look almost curly though he would refer to it more as a ‘frizz due’. He not to fond of his hair when it is long he hates dealing with it, but for the past five years he has actually kept it about shoulder length. This was at his girl friends’ request; he recently cut it though having finally not been able to handle it. his hair now reaches a little below his ear. One can still make out the hint of curl as it curls up at the bottom. His hair is naturally a dark brown though it looks more black then brown most of the time. In the summer his hair can ‘bleach’ to a dark chocolate brown. He tends to be naturally tan, even in the winter looking almost as if he been out in the sun. In the summer he can darken noticeably but he never burns.

Maybe the most noticeable thing about him though is his eyes. His eyes are a light ice blue which tends to stand out amongst his darker features. Cold and empty his eyes have been compared to that of a killer on more then one occasion and this comparison isn’t to far from the truth. Maybe one of his creepiest traits is his ability to completely drain his face of any emotion in a matter of seconds.

His clothing style is probably anything but impressive. He doesn’t really take much time or effort in his own looks and clothes for himself are the lowest on his priority list. He tends to focus more on clothing his children then himself and lets his own clothes suffer and fall apart. In his mind this was what he should do, being a parent means living without so they don’t have too. He does try and keep his clothes in relative good shape and actually knows how to repair rips and holes in things though he doesn’t like to admit that. He still not one to go out and buy himself anything new, and it been a long time since he actually owned a new pair of pants or a new shirt. He more likely to buy his kids something then buy himself a new outfit.


Personality
specific traits;; PERSONALITY TRAITS. Nice, Mean, Funny, etc.

Some might call him ‘dense’ which is probably just a nice way of saying he ‘stupid’. He tends to label himself that way. He really isn’t the most intelligent person around but he tends to drag himself down more then he deserves. He doesn’t really think he is capable of much and therefore has never tried to do anything with himself. He does know more then he thinks he does and with the right push form the right people he can accomplish quiet a bit (his girlfriend proved this to him) he still never will be ‘an A student’.

He is stubborn individual, he likes getting his way and he hates admitting when he is wrong. It takes a lot to make him realize it when he made a mistake most of the time.

Hot tempered, he easily angered and easy to set off. Mainly do to his upbringing he tends to be quick to defend himself even when he doesn’t have too. He tends to take offence easily and when he is getting angered it best to probably let him be for a while.

Sweet: though the term does seem out of place when describing him… he can be a sweetheart under it all. For the select few that gain his trust and friendship he will go to the ends of the earth for them.

likes;;
Andrea has been described by many as being a walking contradiction, this is do to the fact that his enjoyments in life tend to exist in conflict with each other. On the plus side he seems to keep care of himself with a love for boxing, a healthy diet, and daily jogs. On the flip side he also takes a little too much enjoyment in what he would call the finer things in life which include, sex, drugs, and maybe his largest weakness alcohol. He also has a hidden talent and passion for art something that only his girlfriend knew about him.

dislikes;;
He likes to claim he doesn’t waste a lot of energy on ‘disliking’ anything but anyone who truly knows him this is a load full of crap. He tends to have number of ‘per-peeves’, maybe the most basic being his name. In truth he absolutely hates his name with a passion; this is probably do to the number of wisecracks he had to hear about it growing up. His father ranks in probably above his name in his list of ‘dislikes’, the man has done nothing for Andrea other then to make him miserable. He also dislikes hangovers despite his ‘love for booze’ as his friends like to call it. He not a big fan of children that aren’t his own (and his own can sometimes get on his nerves). Clingy and needy individuals who latch themselves onto people like a leech. He hates authority or being told what to do by anyone. Foster-care system, foster families, people who tend to judge him, and so on and so forth. Another thing he seems to have a strong dislike for his school, he has never had an easy time in school and he is about fed up with the whole system. His struggles with school always left him feeling as if he was ‘stupid’ a view that was usually backed up at home.

Flaws:
He has what his friends like to refer to as ‘love for the booze’ which was a nice way of putting he is an alcoholic. He has a nasty habit of drinking himself stupid and passing out usually at the expense of his children (something he is not proud of). He has an extremely short temper with violent tendencies. He is easily provoked into attacking someone usually for small reasons. He is a bit of a hypocrite to an extent, he tending to judge some people based merely on a few quirks they might make the mistake of showing him. He is a bit homophobic though he not the type that will actually ‘single’ someone out for being gay, he not comfortable with it being ‘shoved’ in his face, this is most likely do to his past and it is something he been working through.

Strengths:
He actually tends to be much sweeter then he ever lets himself come across. Though actually reaching this ‘side’ of him is anything but easy. He much to most people’s surprise has a strong respect for the female gender. Though he is far from gentlemanly (in the sense that he opens doors or whatever for them… he feels that treating them as weaker which is to him disrespectful) he also not about to use them, he’s not the player type who will bed someone just to leave them the next day. Even when drunk he has never been known to use or abuse anyone, though he still might not be the most pleasant person to be around when he is in that state. He is also the type that if he does end up falling for you, you know that it more then just looks (and unlike many males a females chest is not the first thing he notices).

On the flip side he is good in a fight, strong and sturdy. Quick on his feet to a degree though his impulsive nature can sometimes get in his way he can still more then hold his own. He is good with improvising and can use any weapon at hand or make almost anything into a weapon. His main weapon of choice tends to be a gun, it quick and efficient and doesn’t involve him getting up close. He also can handle a blade/switchblade this is mainly learned from trial and error (and he has the scars to prove it).

Weaknesses:
He is a drunk which often puts him in compromising situations, especially since he tends to make a lot of enemies. He also has a drug problem though he has slowly been trying to change that. he would say his children, in his lifestyle they often do prove a liability. Though he does love them dearly (don’t get him wrong) that why they tend to be a weakness as they can be used against him.

He is a bit too quick to throw a punch, he has a short temper and most of the time one has to watch what they say around him. Thinking has never been his strong point and he tends to react before he gives his brain time to actually register what is going on. Though he might not be abusive he can understand that urge and often finds himself having to mentally remind himself to calm down. He CAN be dangerous when pushed and he can go from seemingly calm to violent in a matter of seconds.

He isn’t the smartest person in the world (as stated) and he not likely to be able to make much of himself in terms of book smarts. He has never done good in school, probably do to some form of learning disability that was never discovered do to his bouncing around and therefore never treated/kept care of. As a result of this he actually struggles with reading, something he isn’t very proud of nor will he admit.


Fears:
People at his back, this plays into the whole ‘trust issues’ and he likes being able to keep an eye on people especially those he doesn’t know. He not to keen on crowds either in a way I guess one can see it as a sensory overload it easily tending to be to much for him to deal with at once. I guess one can say that he fears the loss of his children, which is what makes them a weakness to him. In many ways commitment, that not to say he can’t or won’t settle down it just means it a bit more difficult for him. Though he would never admit it he does still fear his father, despite the fact he is now legally an adult and despite the fact he technically escaped his father’s treatment, in many ways the man still controls Andrea’s life.

goals;;
To make his way through school so he can hopefully do something more with himself and give his children the kind of life he feels they deserve. He wants to do more for them then his parents did for him.

Job
He used to have a job stocking shelves in a store but do to the move he lost this job. He most likely going to end up working odd jobs here and there as a means of getting cash and feeding his kids.

general personality;;
Andrea is…well putting it nicely he is quirky. He has never really been ‘normal’ but who has? Everyone has their own quirks their own oddities, their own things that make them stand out amongst a crowd. Andrea just tends to have a bit more then most people. he has a some what strange sense of humor that can at times get him in trouble. His jokes can at times borderline on what some would consider inappropriate. He has a bit of trouble finding the boundaries at times of what is and isn’t acceptable. Once he hits that point though he does know to back off… it just a question of if he always does. He likes to push his limits at times and he likes to push buttons of people. He seems to know what gets on people’s nerves and tends to use it for his advantage.

He is really good at reading body language and he seems to enjoy riling some people up. When it comes to dealing with him it usually best to remember to just ignore most of what he says. He is rarely serious and usually aiming to upset. Giving in would only give him what he wants and like with a child throwing a tantrum it not a good idea to give in to such things. He also tends to like to egg people on trying to get them to throw the first punch, that way he can at least attempt to place the blame of the ‘fight’ on them (in legalities) which is probably the smartest he gets.

He isn’t all that smart something he has come to admit a while ago. He has a nasty habit of not thinking things through before he acts. This ends up with him in more then one stupid situation and it also usually means he does the same stupid mistake more then once. His fist also seem to think for themselves and he gets himself in more trouble that way too (he got charged with assault more then once). He is a bit short tempered and he doesn’t put up with nonsense well. When he is being harassed by someone he more likely to act before thinking and often over reacts. He has a violent streak in him that makes him dangerous to deal with but he really does try and control himself he just really not good at it. He is very quick to react and can go from completely calm to pissed in a matter of seconds and this alone is what makes him so scary.

He has little patience for kids other then his own; he does his best to give his own children the best home he can provide for them. He tries hard to give them the life he didn’t growing up but this is difficult with his age. It is because of them alone that he still is in school and didn’t give up and drop out years ago. He does his best to be a good father and a majority of the time he does succeed. But he can be a bit short tempered with them at times though he will never raise a hand to them. He knows how it feels to be ‘bulled’ by a parent and does everything to make sure they don’t have to experience that. He often feels like he a horrible father, do to the fact he can’t afford to get them everything they want. He loves his kids though and that much is obvious.

He comes across as cold most of the time uncaring as to what he does to others so long as it helps him or someone else he cares for. He has little concern for people he doesn’t know and has no problem stepping on them. He often comes across as empty too as if he feels nothing. He doesn’t like people knowing what he thinking or feeling and long ago learned to hide it expertly. He can easily drain his face of any emotion, having the eerie ability to go form laughing to dead serious in a matter of seconds. This often gets him compared to a killer and he has a similar mentality as one. He has killed before and can do so again unflinchingly.

Under all his walls though he really is a decent guy, he has a sweet side he just tends to hide it from most people. He hates the idea of anyone viewing him as weak or any thing of the sort. He tends to treat females though with respect, at least most of the time. Maybe this is do to the fact females tend to be … less rowdy or maybe it just because he has had bad experience with males. He is far from gentlemanly though, he not one to open doors for most girls he viewing them as more equal then that. This is probably do to the fact most of the time his girlfriend would kill any male who did that for her.

When it comes to his friends and family he tends to be deathly loyal, he always puts them before himself. as anyone who knew him when he was with his children’s mother probably figured out he becomes a completely different person when he is with the people he cares for. Once he realizes that he can relax with someone he tends to be more laid back allowing them to get away with more then he would let most people. He will stand by his few loved ones until the end. He not one to turn his back on anyone and he can actually be quiet kind when he wants to be.

He has an addictive personality and this has ended him with a drinking and drug problem. Though most of the time he does mean well with his family his habits does get in the way. His has a bad habit of drinking until he passes out leaving him with the nasty hangover the night after. This often ends up with his children having to suffer something he hates. Though he hates what he is doing to his kids he seems afraid to give up his drinking do to the fact that it is his escape from his problems.

He is stubborn though and if there is one thing he hate sis admitting he can’t do something. He hates having to go for anyone for help and he will often end up trying to struggle his way through things. this can be at times at the expense of his kids who will often have to do without certain things do to him not being able to afford it. he does try and put his kids needs first and if he it is important he will allow someone to help him get it but they don’t need everything they want… at least that Andrea’s view.

One might say there a lot of anger in Andrea, he not very fond of his life and the situations that he constantly finds himself in. Life gave him a hard hand and at times he can be a bit spiteful of that. He does have a strong dislike for the ‘rich kids’ who had things rather easy most of their life. At the same time he tries not to hang on his issues and it very rare you will hear him complain about anything. He doesn’t like to talk about his problems and it takes a lot to draw him out of his shell.

He does like to party using it has his way to escape (like drinking and drugs) but he hasn’t actually had time for any such releases in a long time do to his kids. He doesn’t blame them for it though and in a way he probably views them as a blessing do to some of the things he got into. He knows what he does is stupid but he doesn’t seem to have enough motivation to actually solve any of his issues himself.

At times he can come across as almost arrogant, as he seems to think higher of himself. in some ways this might be the truth. For the most part he does come fist in his mind over anyone else (other then the select few) but he really doesn’t have that great of an opinion of himself. Most of it is a cover and a rather good one too most people have a trouble seeing through it. He rather keep it that way he rather people think him a jerk then know that he has any mental issues with anything.

Basically he is the type of person that someone either ends up loving or hating. If you catch him on a good day and are careful of not saying the wrong thing he can be your best friend but on a bad day look out. Most people end up not wanting to deal with him because actually befriending him is a bit too much work for their liking. He is hard person to get along with do to the fact that until he lets you in it like one is always walking on egg-shells around him to make sure that they avoid saying something that just might trigger him to snap. [/font]

history
family
Biological father;;
Zale Czajkowski

Biological father's occupation;;
Last Andrea heard of him he was unemployed. He moves in and out of jobs not being able to keep any. He never had to worry about that though do to the fact he comes from money.

Biological mother;;
Nicolette Houghton

mother's occupation;;
None | Deceased

Foster Father:
Cyril Katsopolis

Foster Father’s occupation:
Doctor.

Foster Mother
Abrienda Katsopolis

Foster Mother’s occupation
Doctor

Kids
Annelise Shamira Czajkowski (Age 6)
Asher Chase Czajkowski (Age 3)

other
keyword;;
They want me with my hands up

anything else?;;
He is living on his own, but much to his dislike he is accepting help from his foster parents at the moment. He is trying to get on his feet and do things himself.

Just as a side note too about the kids (just in case) ‘Nichole gave me her permission’





Annelise Shamira Czajkowski | Elise | Five | November 12th 2001 | Kindergarten


Asher Chase Czajkowski | Ash | two | October 5th 2004 | Day-care/pre-school

[Andrea Czajkowski]

general history;; 3-5 paragraphs
His father Zale Czajkowski was an imposing man, born in the year 1971 in a small town in the country of Poland. This was a bit of a troubling and ‘active’ time not only for his family but for Poland as well. Zale was born into money but that didn’t save them from feeling the issues the country was going through. In August of 1968, only three years before he was born, Poland had joined other East European countries and the USSR in invading what was then Czechoslovakia. This of course probably had quiet an impact on the country and in many ways the country was still feeling the effects years later. Four months before his birth (in December of 1970) Poland signed a treaty with West Germany that recognized the Oder-Neisse line as Poland's western boundary. This treaty had issues though and two years later, or a year after he was born the treaty was ratified. To make things more troubling food prices were exculpating in Poland sending workers in the Baltic ports of Gdańsk, Gdynia, and Szczecin to riot in the streets. Poland was in an economic crisis, during this time Gomułka (the communist leader) was ousted and replaced by Edward Gierek. Edward Gierek sought with some success to ease the living conditions of the average citizen. Despite his attempts and success, recession necessitated price hikes that led to strikes and the arrests of hundreds of protesters. Among those arrested was a good friend of Zale’s father.

Life at home for Zale wasn’t much better, his father was a officer who worked for the government and the issues kept him stressed at work. his father was strong and big and he often took his problems home with him. home was soon becoming a dangerous place to be. His father took out his problems on his wife and baby son. He was strong, commanding, and expected no form of resistance from anyone around him. He was the leader of his house and no one was ever allowed to forget that. He ruled his home with ‘an iron fist and an open palm’. He was quick to anger and even quicker to hand out discipline. He had no problem with beating his son or his wife and it wasn’t rare for him to leave serious injuries over minor infractions. It didn’t take long for Zale to despise and fear the man. He tried keeping out of the way of him, especially when he was on one of his drunken fits but when he kept out of the way his mother got the brunt of it.

When Zale was about five his father was fired from his job and Zale’s life at home became hell. His father seemed to blame his family for his issues and it seemed no matter what Zale and his mother did his father was always pissed at something. His mother was a quiet woman though, soft and reserved she didn’t seem to know how to stand up for herself let alone her son. Though she would make a plea now and then when Zale was getting it from his father for the most part she sat back and did nothing. She was afraid of her husband and she was so beaten down by him she wouldn’t dare say anything to him. Still Zale had the desire to protect her. she was his mother and he hated the sound of her cries at night and would do anything to keep her safe.

Not long after his father was fired the family moved to America, the thought was that they could get a better life there. They weren’t hurting for money, their family came form old money and Zale’s father was actually paid decently before he was fired, but Zale’s father still wanted a good job. Something that no one could argue with since it was always so much safer when he was out of the house. But of course things didn’t go as planned. America isn’t a world of magic and moving to it doesn’t solve problems as deep as theirs. His father found a job, he was an educated man and therefore had the ability to get good paying work. But he worked odd hours and he often came home tired and cranky.

A month after their move to America Zale’s mother discovered she was pregnant, the pregnancy was unexpected and unwanted but Zale’s father refused to allow her to get an abortion (no one sure why). The mix of stress and the physical trauma she experienced at her husbands’ hands sent her into labor early. She gave birth to a baby girl who surprisingly despite the fact she was early was relatively healthy. The stress of another baby was the last thing this family needed and it only sent the family tumbling down more into their own destruction. A new baby meant there was an extra mouth to feed, crying, dirty diapers, and more work to be done. Even though Zale was helping out around the house it was never done quick enough for his father which often sent his father into one of his fits. His father was a peculiar man who wanted things done in a certain order and in a certain way and if they weren’t he would get pissed. He was known to make his wife and children re-do something until he felt it met his standards.

A few years after the birth of his sister his mother gave birth to a baby boy again early but healthy. Again the extra stress of a child wasn’t kind to the family and things fell apart even more. In a way it was a miracle that the family was still together and alive with what was going on behind closed doors. Over the next few years things deteriorated in that family, Zale’s father got worse and worse into his alcohol his mother got more and more isolated from the kids and by the time he was about 13 he was the oldest of six kids and he was usually the one left in charge of them all.

In truth it was Zale who did most of the child rearing in his house his mother was to beaten his father to drunk and no one ever seemed to notice that the kids needed food or a diaper had to be changed or any such thing. Zale took over the duties but it wasn’t done happily. He the back of his mind resented his siblings as if it was their fault that their parents were getting worse and their fault that he didn’t have a life and could never have a life. He didn’t want to be stuck raising them and he made sure they knew it. Though he wasn’t overly abusive physically one might argue the mental anguish he put his siblings through was just as traumatizing. He was becoming more and more like his father with each passing day and it wasn’t long before he did raise his hand to one of his siblings. At the time he felt horrible for doing it but the stress level was eating away at him, he knew he needed out of there and he was ready to do just about anything to do it.

His mother Nicolette Houghton (maiden name obviously) was the complete opposite of her husband. While he was tall (at 6ft 5in) and imposing she was anything but. Standing at about five foot one inch, she was mall with a frail and delicate build, though she did have her fair share of lean muscle. She had the build of a dancer and she took a passion in the art growing up. She was born in 1971 in College Point, Queens, in New York City, and though she wasn’t born into a rich home and her parents were doing some top notch job she had a happy life, though she had her share of hardships they were nothing compared to her husband’s Zale’s. She was a happy girl with limited issues she loved her family and she was good at school and tended to dedicate her time to studying and dancing. Her parents encouraged her enjoyment in the discipline and most of their hard earned cash went to getting her lessons where she excelled. Her dream was to dance professionally and there was little doubt that she had the talent to do so. She was a pretty girl with big dreams and her talent and passion for dance was going to see her though her schooling. it wasn’t long before important people took notice in her and she went on her life doing what she did best…dancing.

Her home life was nothing compared to her husbands, her parents had their fights but it was just typical fighting. Her parents were hard working and they did their best to give their daughter everything that she wanted. She was cared for but not spoiled she was over all lucky kid. The worst blow for her was probably the birth of her twin brothers when she was about ten years old, this of course meant that she had less attention and less of her parent’s money. With less money she almost ended up having to drop out of her dance class do to costs but do to a stroke of luck and the fact she was good her teacher was willing to do it for whatever her parents could afford. she had to work some of the rest of f at times, usually as a worker at one of the more advanced dances or actually performing on one (she loved all of this of course).

In school she still managed to excel brining home only A’s with the rare B+’s she was ‘popular’ in the sense she fit in just about everywhere. And had friends in just about every ‘clique’, she wasn’t one to discriminate against anyone for any reason and she tended to accept just about anyone. Of course her main friends were her fellow dancers they were the people she hung out with most often. But over all she was your typical ‘prima-ballerina’.

Of course no one life is perfect and no one can live with out any form of problems in their life. When she was about fourteen during one of her dances a misstep sent her to the hospital. She somehow managed to damage something in her ankle and it pulled her out of dancing for the rest of that season. It was unclear how things would work out for the rest of her dancing career. the injury put her whole life on hold as well as it opened her eyes. In many ways it showed her that something small could take away what she worked hard to achieve. With this in her mind she soon realized she had no back up plan. This realization was made worse when the injury turned out to be worse then it originally seemed. The injury took her out of dance for the next two seasons, and it wasn’t until she was nearly sixteen that she could even think of dancing again. But she was no longer in the shape she once was. being out of dance for over a year left it mark on her.

It was probably due to this that she went through what most would call her rebellious stage. She started hanging out with kids that she would have avoided earlier, drug addicts, alcoholics, and other delinquents. It was here that she met Zale. The two hit it off despite the odd matching and the two started dating. It was often joked that the two made the strangest couple, the dedicated ballerina and the dead-beat druggie. But the two didn’t seem to notice or care what was being said. At first the relationship was great, Zale even helped and encouraged Nicole’s dancing, and it took months maybe even a year but she finally got back where she was before. And this is when things started going down hill. Now that she was back solidly on her feet and she was dancing again like she was, her attention once more went to dancing as a career and this didn’t please Zale. As far as he was concerned he helped her and he seemed to think if she did it professionally she would leave him. things got messy between the young couple but Nicole tried to keep it together. The two continued dating despite their issues.

Though out their senior year the couple constantly broke up and got back together. Most of their friends were just waiting for graduation in hopes that they would end up going their separate ways…but things didn’t work out that way. A week before graduation Nicole found out she was pregnant and that discovery sealed their faith, there was no separation. Zale proposed to her on the day of their graduation… or her graduation he ended up dropping out of school do to his lack of interest and effort ending with him failing out. She agreed seeming to stupidly think that the baby would mean that things would get solved and a month after she graduated high school the two were married.

Andrea was born on August 11th 1988, at 2:30 in the morning in the back of a cab on the way to Flushing Hospital. Andrea’s parents were in the middle of a fight at the time of his birth and therefore his father had nothing to do with his birth, though his name did make it on the birth certificate. His mother went into labor at about 10:00pm that night but when she informed her husband of his he just informed her she had to find her own way to the hospital. She had gotten there the only way she knew how she had taken a train half way there before finally giving up and calling a cab. She ended up giving birth in the back of the cab at a red light. Andrea was small baby, slightly early but not enough to put him in danger and upon arriving at the hospital he was in perfect shape and screaming his head off (so his mother said).

Andrea often jokes that his parents must have wanted a girl because there is no way his name could have been meant for a boy. His mother (he not sure how much say the father had in naming him) named him “Andrea Loren Elisha Czajkowski” which is quiet a mouthful especially when you are growing up and learning your name, but he often jokes that he is lucky is o long and that his initials just happen to spell out a boy’s name as that the only real male name he actually can claim ownership too.

Though Andrea started out on the smaller side he was healthy and he ate like a ‘pig’ (again his mother’s words) and it didn’t take him long to grow into himself and quickly surpassing his peers. He it was soon thought it was simply age alone that caused the issues with the pregnancy (his small birth size) and he seemed to be developing normally at least to start. it wasn’t until he was about seven months that he hit the rode block. For the first few months of his life his family was actually going well, to bad he was to young to remember it. then things started falling apart again his father lost his job (much like his own father) and he like his own father took it out on the family .Zale had proven that he was going to follow in his father’s footsteps with the same dictator attitude. Growing up in his house had taught him all of one thing it seemed and that was that it was the husbands’ right to demand certain things and that was that the husband was allowed to do what he wants in the house.

The loss of his job also sent him into a depression which caused him to dive head first into booze, the more he drank the angrier he got and he was soon running his house with the same ‘steel fist and open palm’ as his father. It didn’t take much for little Andrea to piss his father off, he just had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and his father would go off on him. Andrea was the easier target in the house, his mother actually having a backbone unlike his grandmother. Andrea’s mother tried to keep up her dancing using it as an escape from her husband and their home-life.

When Andrea was about 15 months a friend of his father came to stay with them. The man was a big, gruff and in many ways scared the crap out of the toddler and for good reason. It wasn’t long after the man’s arrival that Andrea learned a valuable lesson; don’t be caught alone with him. the abuse he suffered at this man’s hands was far worse then anything his father ever did. With his mother gone though he had no way of actually protecting himself as the man grew more comfortable in the house. The man seemed to have ‘bonded’ with Andrea’s father (some speculate they were more then just friends, though Andrea never thought of this). Andrea didn’t want to get in the way of his mother’s career though and kept what was going on behind closed doors a secret.

When Andrea was about five his mother discovered about what was going on and that was the final straw for her she filed for divorce and fought for full custody of her son. But do to the fact that she was away so often and Andrea’s father had most of the money the court sided with him giving joint custody to the two. This meant that from Sunday to Wednesday he was living with his mother but the rest of the week he was with his father. This messed with him even more and of course this also meant the abuse was getting worse, now his mother had no say in what was going on during his days with his father. Many might say the courts are never fair to the children and in this case it was true. Finally Nicole took a stand and one Wednesday afternoon she refused to bring her son to see her ex. Andrea’s father never seemed to miss him never once calling or complaining about his son’s absence. Andrea was about seven years now and in many ways it was to late to help him one might say. But in truth the time away from his father seemed to do him good, he excelled finally and though he was struggled in school emotionally he was doing much better. Unfortunately it didn’t last and his mother passed away only months after this happened.

This was a blow on Andrea especially since with his mother dead custody was granted to his father. His maternal grand-parents wanted none of this refusing to allow the man their daughter fought so hard to keep her son away from win. They filed for custody and for the next year and half there was an ugly custody battle with Andrea stuck in the middle. finally when he was eight the courts sided with the grand parents but by this time his grand-father was in no shape to handle raising a kid and soon after winning custody he passed away. His grandmother’s health did a dive and this left him guardian-less. For the next few years he bounded around unwanted from foster home to foster home. The mix of the abuse he suffered at his father’s hands and the death of his mother and grandparents left a profound effect and Andrea dived down into behavior that was less then appropriate especially for his age.

At the age of ten he met a girl named Evita Amezquita, she was a pretty girl about a year younger then him. her home life was almost as messed up as Andrea, an abusive father an absent and it was this that drew Andrea to her. The two soon became close friends and in many ways they became each other support system. What Evita was able to do with Andrea was miraculous, she started peeling away that cold exterior and by the time Andrea was about eleven the two were ‘dating’. Andrea fell for her hard even at his young age one can tell he was attached to her. She offered him something no one else ever had, support and comfort.

It was around this time too that they finally found a place for him (he was living in a group home) a young couple agreed to take him in. their named were Abrienda and Cyril Katsopolis. They were recently married and financially secure (both were well known doctors). He hated them at first and fought them ruthlessly on almost everything they did. but they remained firm but gentle and soon they took started breaking through to him. By the time he was twelve he started accepting them as his parents. He grew close to them and finally things started working out for him. They accepted Andrea and oddly they didn’t fight too much about his relationship with Evita, though they didn’t approve of everything the two were doing and for good reason.

When he was about twelve and half he got Evita pregnant, she was all of eleven at the time. this scared them both but after a long talk they decided to keep the baby, a stupid mistake on their part. Evita parents freaked when they found out and pretty much kicked her out of the house until the baby was born and ‘disposed of’. There was talk of putting the baby up for adoption but eventually Andrea took custody of it, and much to his surprise his adoptive parents both agreed to house it, they even agreed to help with caring for it. Their reasoning was he was their son and therefore that was their granddaughter. If Andrea didn’t already ‘love’ this family that alone proved to him that they were decent after all.

When Andrea was thirteen and only a month after Evita turned 12 she gave birth to a baby girl they named Annelise Shamira Czajkowski. Andrea did his best to raise the child and stay in school but late nights and such caught up to him and he was left back that year which wasn’t to surprising to him, he never did well in school. When his daughter was old enough he enrolled her in day care taking the burden off his foster parents to care for her and he himself continued in school. His relationship with Evita was kept up and Annelise had a decent childhood knowing both her parents and knowing decent grandparents. She had a happy life though far form ideal there wasn’t much that anyone could do about the situation.

It was only about two and half years later if even that when Andrea ended up getting Evita pregnant again (he was fifteen she was fourteen) again their decision was to keep the baby and again it was a stupid mistake. The same problems came up this time though Evita stayed with Andrea and his foster parents… but the pregnancy didn’t go smoothly. She gave birth about three moths early, on October 3rd 2003 at 10:00pm. The labor was a hard one lasting over twenty seven hours and it wasn’t until 1:00 Am of October 5th that she finally gave birth to their son. He was small sickly and it was thought that he wouldn’t make the night, Evita’s diagnoses wasn’t much better. Andrea stayed with Evita all morning but in the early hours of dawn, she passed away. Leaving behind a newborn sickly son, a soon to be three year old daughter and a heartbroken Andrea, Andrea took her death hard. The loss of yet another person he cared for wasn’t something he could handle at the moment and he crashed worse into his own drug habits which he was slowly recovering from.

he ended up naming their son Asher Chase Czajkowski a name that Evita had picked out. Miraculously the tiny and sickly toddler had pulled through surviving. Andrea took him home when the boy was about 3 months old. During this time he had tried ot keep up with his studying but he failed miserably and once again he got left back. Still he did as Evita would have wanted kept up with his studied despite his failure and raised their children. He also got a job stocking shelves in a store, bought himself an apartment and stopped taking money from his foster parents. He has been doing his best to keep everything up the past few years though difficult he finally managed to juggle everything, including his drinking habit.

That is until recently, his foster parents called him telling him that his stepfather was offered a new position in a hospital in Colorado, they wanted him to move with them so they can at least help him when he needed it. he eventually caved and gave in though this means that he had to give up his job and has to start over. Unfortunately that means accepting help from his foster parents again…but he will get back on his feet, he refuses to depend on anyone for long.

[Andrea Czajkowski]

RP sample; (It wouldn't fit in the other thread)
*Traffic wonderful beautiful traffic, but that what they got for arriving at this time. Five o’clock was rush hour but the cars didn’t just appear out of no where they did come from somewhere. And at four in the afternoon pre-rush-hour traffic currently had his and the other cars slowed to near crawl. They had landed in Main about an hour back and it was estimated that they would arrive at the school at about four P.M. but four has arrived and they were at this rate at least an hour away still. Well that would teach them not to arrange arrivals at such inconvenient hours on weekdays. Unfortunately he was the one trapped in the car.

Connor couldn’t stand cars I mean he absolutely hated them well no it was more then that. They made him uncomfortable, they were small and tight and Connor hated small and tight. He was a bit…okay one might say for the most part he was very claustrophobic and therefore travel became quite difficult for him. It didn’t help that Auric, the male he lived and traveled with had a preference for the sports cars it always seemed those were even tighter. Connor was thankful tough for Auric’s money and the fact that it allowed the male to have that private jet of his. He would never fit well into a normal plane even if he was flying first-class. It still was a bit too tight for him, with to many people surrounding him. To him he might as well just strap himself into a very large, very ugly, and very public coffin. Maybe he was a bit dramatic but he just couldn’t help his way of thinking. At least with a private jet he was alone but more importantly he was allowed to have Ashes with him and that alone was all that mattered. He never went anywhere with out that wolf it kept him safe and sane like some security blanket. On a public airline the wolf would be banished to travel as if he was luggage and that wasn’t okay with the boy.

Connor wasn’t sure what to think of this move he was used to moving about used to not really settling down anywhere. It was just something someone got used to rather quickly when living with Auric but this move…this move was different. They were being moved to another school but do to the fact that they were previously in another school and having to get arrangements settled Auric was a special case after all, they were arriving a bit late in the year, resulting in them missing the start of classes. To make things more complicated Connor was sent ahead of everyone else and the more complicated thing about it was the dorm arrangement. Auric and Emma were guaranteed singles something that was apparently hard to come across, but they were special cases. You don’t force the prince and (future) princess to share rooms with just anyone. Connor on the other hand had no such circumstances so no special measures were taken for him. he was instead shoved into an already occupied room. This hadn’t gone over well with the young male he wasn’t so sure he was okay with the idea of having to share a room with some random stranger. And the very thought of it brought that panic feeling so Connor just simply hadn’t given it any thought. But trapped in the back of the car as it slowly crawled down the parkway he couldn’t help as the thoughts settled in his mind once more. And he couldn’t help that feeling of downright panic that rose in him at the thought. Squeaking his eyes closed he pressed his head against the cold window doing his best to get his breathing under control once more.

He remained that way his frame leaning against the door, legs drawn up next to him, his left arm draped over his lees, eyes squeezed closed as he concentrated on his breathing. Had it not been for the panic and the fact cars themselves scared him he might have fallen asleep. He was exhausted, he couldn’t sleep on the flight, but sleep wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. There was to much he needed to do still he still needed to move into his dorm, figure out how to go about making his bed with out making a fool of himself, then he had to eat, then maybe he could manage to clam himself down long enough to get some sleep. At the rate his mind was going now though sleep was a very long time away. He probably was going to end up crashing from puree exhaustion before he could convince his mind to shut up long enough to let him actually manage to catch even a few hours of rest.

It was a little after five when the car finally pulled to a stop in front of the school building. The driver of the car shifted the car into park but didn’t turn it off. Instead the engine was left to idling he didn’t plan on being here long after all so why bother actually turning it off. Connor was still for the moment eyes closed it almost appeared as if he drifted off after all. But don’t be fooled he had done no such thing frame finally stirring as he gathered his baring he blinked quietly as he slowly and nimbly untangled himself. Head turning slowly dark eyes moving to take in the building that was going to be his new home for the next few months or at least until they moved once more. He didn’t look impressed with the place but one might say he didn’t look much of anything about the place at all. Fighting to keep the fear down and hidden not much emotion was able to break free period.

Letting out a soft sigh he slowly opened the door frame stretching as he slowly slid out of the back seat so he stood next to the car his right hand clutching the car door as he hesitated about closing it allowing the black wolf that rode back their with him bound out after him. He didn’t like this whole thing at the moment but he had to do it. One didn’t get through life avoiding everything they were afraid of that would only hold them back. If the definition of being brave was ‘fearing something yet doing it anyway’ then Connor was a very brave man because just about everything scared him. closing the door he moved about the car to the trunk which was opened already for him he reached inside his bags. Connor wasn’t weak and he didn’t own a lot and at the moment he had only two bags but carrying them was a bit of a challenge since he only had use of one arm. Shrugging the heavier of the two bags onto his shoulder he reached for the second one which he dropped at his feet so he could close the trunk.

Bending down he grabbed the second bag again before turning slowly to enter the school. Now the fun part most kids came with parents on their first day someone to help them sort through everything that needed to be sorted. Help them find everything and eventually into their room. Connor had no such thing well at least the driver was kind enough to find the administration building for him but as he was moving up the stone steps to the building he heard the car pull away form the curb and drive off leaving him behind. With that the permanence of the situation hit him and well whatever clam he had tried to slip away. Eyes closing once more he shook his head… come on had to keep going. He knew his room arrangement knew the dorm and the room number even knew his roommate but he lacked any and everything he needed to get in that dorm. Moving quickly on the steps he shoulders his way into the office before he dropped his bag at his feet.

He had been greeted by the ‘Headmaster’, which was a bit of a surprise to him. Did every new student get such a welcome or was it only because he had connections to the prince who was coming in a few weeks? Either way the man met Connor with a rather irritating welcome speech repeating to him information that Connor had heard more times then he could count before he finally handed Connor his Key, ID, and other odds and ends that he needed and allowed him to be on his way. he had offered to help Connor to his room but Connor wanted no part of that and had made it clear. So instead he was just given directions of how exactly to get there and which way the cafeteria was. So after thanking him he and Ashes were on their way to find their new room.

Maybe he should have accepted the help after all though because Connor had found out when he was half-asleep he had no sense of direction. But they had found the dorms and that was all that mattered. Moving quickly up the stone steps he reached out to open the door and move inside. His room was on top floor of the building at the very end of the hall. This meant the room had an amazing view but at the same time it was an annoying walk to get too. Finding the door that was his he hovered a moment, his breath held eyes staring blankly at the door. He had to keep reminding himself to relax… dropping the second bag to the ground he shifted his weight reaching out to test the door finding it unlocked. That would have to change when Connor was in the room it had to be locked. Pushing the opened he stood frozen in place eyes moving over the room. It was much bigger then he had expected it to be this was a major plus. He didn’t do well in tight places as stated. Gaze moving quickly over the room landing on the bed across the room finding the roommate on it his heart rate already sped where was the second? It took him a second to find it but when he did he didn’t look exactly pleased. Eyes widening a bit his gaze snapping to his roommates bed back to his own to the door where he was standing. No, no, no, this wouldn’t do… no. He didn’t seem to realize the other male not really, he looked way to caught up in the position of the beds. Yes it seemed minor and simple but for him it was anything but. He…he couldn’t handle this he thought he could but no. the thought of marching back to the admissions desk and insisting he get another dorm crossed his mind. Yes something as simple was the positions of the beds was enough to push him over the edge. But it wasn’t right, he couldn’t see the door from the bed his roommate forced him on and that wasn’t alright with him. But they wouldn’t understand that they wouldn’t grant him a room change over something that to them seemed ridiculous. But to him it wasn’t silly or bizarre in his mind it was life and death or very similar. And the idea of being shoved in a bed where he had no view of the door until it was to late terrified him and he was in pure panic mode. It was Ashes that brought him back by pressing his nose to his master’s leg. The pressure caused Connor’ to spook but he was back, gaze snapping down to look at the wolf breath still coming in slightly shaky. But the look of panic had melted off his face leaving it blank.

It was only a bed for damns sake, a bed, a freaking bed, he had to relax. It was stupid to get this worked up over the bed, but even as he thought it his heart raced his breathing came short. Nudging his bag forward with his foot he closed the door quietly behind him. he made no move towards the bed he couldn’t seem to convince himself to do it. instead he just shrugged the bag he still held of his shoulder allowing it to slid to the ground. He looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t really dressed that lavishly not in most people’s opinion at least. In a simple pair of dress jeans and a cotton long-sleeved blue shirt, but it was his opinion of ‘dressing’ up, he swore that he shouldn’t be caught dead in anything more that he didn’t deserve anything more. His brown hair which he normally just left to fall loosely about his face to shoulders though was pulled up, making it appear neat and short. His left arm which was unfortunately his dominate arm was currently in a cast and hung in a sling. This is what made things so difficult. He said nothing he wasn’t so sure he could get his voice to work hell he could barely breath so instead he stood there, trying to figure out how exactly he was going to deal with this whole damn situation.*
(Another character from another game… it a really bad it one of the only posts I can drag up now for a human character)



yeah the history didn't fit with the rp post... but i am done

[Angelica Danes]

lol WOW That was long good thing I read most of it earlier lol!
awesome and accepted Duh!
Welcome to Holyoke!

oh and Cute kids!